The phone call with Lauren went quick and easy. I informed her of Edward's request and she canceled any unnecessary appointments with the exception of my regulars. The cool breeze washed over me, causing me to sit quietly on one of the linen-covered chairs. My hair met the breeze, colliding around my head and I closed my eyes to stimulate the mood I was agreeing to at the moment. Waves crashed across rocks, small chirps from the nocturnal visitors created a peaceful environment amongst the beach.
"The view is spectacular, isn't it?"
Edward's hand came down to meet my eyes, placing one of his shirts on my lap. I glanced at it for a moment and smiled, returning my glance to the beach's welcome. He rubbed small circles around my shoulders with this thumbs, pressing the rest of his fingers into the knots in my skin. I was pretty tense after a long week of moving furniture around for your best friend's moving trip. His lips greeted his hands, following up to the back of my ear, toward the meridian of my shoulder.
"I'll allow you to get changed, and then we should sleep." He removed himself from behind me, turning completely away from me to saunter back into his living area.
Edward's shirt fit just above my waist, caressing my thighs curvaceously and I tucked my hair across my right shoulder. He had been sitting in a turquoise chair across the darkened sofa; a glass of gin captured his right hand. Noticing my sudden appearance, he hummed in achievement before setting the gin beside the table.
"You look good in my shirt."
His voice was lured with husk, yet a hint of gin played the air, causing him to reach out to touch me. Edward slightly intoxicated might have been my undoing. Hands finding my thighs, hindering his shirt to the apex of my hips, gathering a view of what he wished to see. Caressing me had been gentle with him, it had been that way on occasion each time I visited him. He kissed his way up my stomach, admiring my navel briefly while studying the contours of my back with his hands, traveling their way to my ass.
"If you're going to have sex with me, then just do it."
His slow caressing seemed to bother me slightly, but I wasn't sure if him being tipsy had anything to do with that situation. Edward looked back up at me, nodding his head from side to side and continued to caress my body with his kiss.
"I want to admire you. I enjoy your body, I like what I see. Enjoying your services requires me touching you, so shut up and let me admire you," he teased, a smirk finding his lips.
For about then minutes, Edward kissed and caressed me, sending me into another hormonal estate. This man could make me horny in above five seconds, let alone teasing me the way he just had. The guest room was a decent size, silk sheets covering the iron bed, spread out amongst three large pillows and stripped lining on the curtains. I could get used to this.
"I'd like you in my room tonight, Bella," he called down from the hallway.
I turned on my heels to follow his request, knotting my fingers behind my back and bit my bottom lip to show some play during our "bedtime" routine. He chuckled at my turn of events, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand and followed his thumb across my chin, kissing my forehead lightly.
"You've been such a good girl. But, you disobeyed me downstairs by not allowing me to touch you. That's going to cause a punishment tomorrow," he mused, wiggling one of his eyebrows.
Oh, lord.
A soft ray of sunshine crossed my face and I groaned, turning into the satin pillow while letting out a breath of aggravation. I assumed I was alone, not hearing the sheets tussle beside me or the usual "good morning honey!" from Edward. I chuckled, shaking my head at even thinking of such a thing, and rolled out of bed.
I jumped into the shower quickly, finding his essentials across the rack against the wall, snatching at his shampoo and lathered it thoroughly into my hair. Most women would probably find it odd that I'm so comfortable in a man's shower—let alone a stranger's. But, Edward had me comfortable with anything I requested so showering wasn't something to be paranoid about. I poked my arm out around the curtain, in search for a towel and my hand came in contact with something that didn't feel like cotton. It was warm, smooth, slight bumps creating a dip near the edge and two pecks met with a jaw. I jerked back the curtain, meeting a very pleased Edward.
"If you see something you like, go after it. If not, can I have a towel?"
His chuckle vibrated against my hand that was still across his chest.
"You disobeyed me last night, Bella. I told you that you'd be punished."
I was a little taken back by the tone in his voice, but nothing unusual about a fantasy a client requested. Maybe a little slap to the ass wasn't so bad. He took my hand to bring me closer to the space between us, sweeping me off my feet and carried me across his bedroom towards the bed. Sex in the morning? Placing my hands above my head, he kept a firm grip while using the other to fish around the table beside his bed.
"You've been naughty, haven't you?" His voice was sultry, thick with arousal.
Something told me that he enjoyed controlling what we would be doing with sex. It didn't bother me, just enticed the situation enough to have me enjoy it. I nodded casually, watching him pull a long scarf from the drawer, placing it between his teeth while instructing me to lift up my head so he could tie it around my eyes. Blindfolding now? Edward had seemed to surprise me more every day with him.
"Answer me."
His tone was intent, serious as he tugged on the grip my wrists had been brought to.
"Yes, I've been naughty," I whispered across a hitched breath.
Edward bounded my wrists together around one of the bed's pole, placing my head to rest slightly behind the headboard. I could hear him shuffling along the carpet, almost in search for something, but I couldn't find a conclusion as to what. After some time, he sunk his knees into either side of the bed, his semi hard cock ghosting across my waist. Aroused by control? Check.
"When I tell you to come, you come. If you fail to come, I will punish you. If you come before I tell you to, you'll also be punished."
Edward brought one of my thighs to rest with his shoulder, using the other to lie across the edge of the bed. He planted a chaste kiss on the side of my ankle, hovering his cock across my clit, ghosting the head just inside my opening. Being bound by this man would have made me come no less, but he "punishing" me was the part I hoped to enjoy.
